Kapitel 27: Chapter27

#Chapter27

A secret. Where to begin? He had thousands of the little bastards. They varied in degrees, layering themselves like the skin of an onion. He was an army of sin, and they built his skeleton like a house of dominos.

Wearing a diaper was hardly a big secret, but if Lucien had felt ridiculed about it, then it was big for him. If it meant that much to Lucien, then it mattered. So it was only fair that a deep secret was met with a deep secret, right?

/"I was bad,/" Angel whispered at last, his fingers subconsciously brushing against the ugly scar that puckered up against his left shoulder. It was concealed by a tattoo, but he could still feel it. It never seemed to go away.

Lucien frowned. /"What?/"

/"When I was younger, I was bad./"

/"Bad how?/"

Biting his tongue, Angel sat up. Lucien rose with him.